Floating

I Died Last Night

I had a dream last night. I had a dream that I died. It was morning and I was out by a brick wall, and there was a broken man with a gun. His heart and eyes were aflame and.. and well, he killed me. Three bullets and I kept fighting. I think I took his gun and shot him in the face, but who knows with dreams. As I bled my soul onto the concrete, gravity thickening around me like soup, I just remember I thought of you. Feeling the weight of three reapers on my chest, i reached for my phone... All I could message you was "I love you, have a good day." I remember I didn't want you to worry. I didn't want you to think anything was wrong. I know our time here is finite, and if i could give you a blissful half hour before seeing me on the news I would do it. I smiled when I died... Because of you... I smiled...